it had been delicious! Never had he quite accustomed himself to the
ruined flesh that civilized men had served him, and in the bottom
of his savage heart there had constantly been the craving for the
warm meat of the fresh kill, and the rich, red blood.

He wiped his bloody hands upon a bunch of leaves, slung the remains
of his kill across his shoulder, and swung off through the middle
terrace of the forest toward his cabin, and at the same instant
Jane Porter and William Cecil Clayton arose from a sumptuous dinner
upon the LADY ALICE, thousands of miles to the east, in the Indian
Ocean.

Beneath Tarzan walked Numa, the lion, and when the ape-man deigned
to glance downward he caught occasional glimpses of the baleful
green eyes following through the darkness. Numa did not roar
now--instead, he moved stealthily, like the shadow of a great cat;
but yet he took no step that did not reach the sensitive ears of
the ape-man.

Tarzan wondered if he would stalk him to his cabin door. He hoped
not, for that would mean a night's sleep curled in the crotch of
a tree, and he much preferred the bed of grasses within his own
abode. But he knew just the tree and the most comfortable crotch,
if necessity demanded that he sleep out. A hundred times in the
past some great jungle cat had followed him home, and compelled
him to seek shelter in this same tree, until another mood or the
rising sun had sent his enemy away.

But presently Numa gave up the chase and, with a series of blood-curdling
moans and roars, turned angrily back in search of another and an